I (heart) America
The problem with America is not that we are a country of buffoons, rather, our buffoons make for the best of our television and, hence, we are cursed (and blessed) to carry their reputation with us, always.
This is not my problem, however. Mine is explaining two things to every African I meet: that I am not Jackie Chan and that, no, I don’t know how to fly.
As for Europeans, how do you explain to them that in some ways WE ARE EXACTLY LIKE THEM: